(OPEN) ...Dreaming of what could be

[sorryitasedyou]

Who: Darcy Lewis AND YOU!
Where: All around Storybrooke
When: The duration of the event October 24-28
Rating: Probably up to R possibly for talks of deaths/alcoholism/will update as needed
Summary: Going through the motions of the event along with her Community Advocacy program.

The Story:

October 24th:

Darcy had always been ambitious, having pushed her way through both undergrad and grad school in record times. Always taking on larger course loads than necessary - having learned from the best during her internship with Judge Michael Shurley. You had to work hard to get where you wanted, nothing else as satisfying a reward as seeing the results of your hard work.

And that's exactly what she's doing. Having gotten her Master's in Political Science, she filled what she viewed as a void in Storybrooke - helping those who couldn't help themselves. It wasn't glamorous, but it was necessary, fueled by a passion lit in her a long time ago by someone who now fell into that category. Sure, it was thankless most of the time and called for long hours and dealing with people that didn't want the help - only able to sit back and watch them deteriorate, but someone had to do it.

She lived above the office she'd set up shop in, having help from Kate Bishop Beth. It gave her the opportunity to work around the clock, pushing aside simple pleasures in life like love and a thriving social life in the name of helping others.

October 25th/26th:

It's weird, but there's an almost need over the two day span to do things outside of her norm - reach out to people in a casual setting. Maybe even stop into the diner or bar in a non-professional capacity. Looking to share a laugh or two rather than passing out a pamphlet, picking someone up that needed help, or dropping off a meal.

She might even stop off in the church to sit for a few moments - try and find a sense of peace that had been missing in her life.

October 27th/28th:

The war of memories rages in her mind, only getting worse with each passing hour. She had been so sure of herself - working hard enough to rival Jane. It was something that was almost parallel with what she'd been doing in Wonderland with the coffee shop. Always helping everyone else - putting other people's needs before her own. It had been taken to an extreme here. Rather than deal with it all, she heads off to find a familiar face - a real familiar face. If that fails, she'll settle for a dark corner to sit in and a bottle of something strong to wash away some of the bitterness.

Wonderland can go screw itself.

Comments

[oversight]

As much as he'd like to live in a world where something like that works out, Blake doesn't see anything going in his favor for a long time. In fact, he can't remember the last time he felt like he really caught a decent break, and he needs both hands to count the number of people he's disappointed this year alone.

It hurts to hear her words, especially to think back, and Blake's not quite ready for that. When she disappears into the kitchen, he's quick to his feet.

"No one's gonna complain 'bout you bein' you 'cause you're the nicest person in town," he says on his way to the door. Like a coward, Blake Thomas slips out without even saying goodbye. He can't bring her down, not again. He can't let her down, not again. And on the bright side, he didn't wreck the place or steal anything, and he almost finished a whole meal.

If he could give Darcy everything he would, but he's just not capable enough and he knows he'll do nothing but hold her back.

[sorryitasedyou]

There's an almost instant regret to getting up when she hears the door, carafe landing in the sink as she bolts after him. It's pure instinct driving her to go after him, needing some sort of closure after opening up like that - something that didn't carry the same sting of rejection.

Out on the street, she brushes her hair out of her face and gives her best authoritative yell to get his attention. "Blake Alexander Thomas! You get your ass back here!" Letting the mask slip for a moment, there's an almost pleading when she tries again. "Blake... Please."

Maybe she should have let him go, should have accepted that for what it was - take it as a clue to move on and let go. If only she were ready to do that. If he doesn't come back now, she wouldn't chase him - wouldn't try and push him to come back no matter how strong the temptation is to try and take care of him. Help him however she can... Because he has to want the help.

[oversight]

It isn't as if he doesn't want to be the kind of person that sticks around. Blake's desperate for a place and he had that once, he really did. At one time Darcy was just what he needed to feel that much more complete and it wasn't like he lost that. No, it's just better that he stays away because she'll never get what she needs from him.

Turning on his heel, he backs away from Darcy with his hands in the air. When he stumbles, he barely rights himself: determination, in this case, is what's keeping him on his feet.

"—sorry, I'm sorry. You know I can't, you know, Darcy, you know," he says, voice thin and near powerless. He hates that this is his life but he'll never crawl out from under all of this, and hell is he's going to drag her down with him. "Just let me go. I'm sorry. Just let me go, Darcy, please..."

[sorryitasedyou]

And she does. And it hurts.

She doesn't push it though, instead doing the one thing she hates the most with something like this. Letting it go. It's time to accept that there's nothing more she can do for him right now. Rather than wait, she doesn't attempt to hide the tears that start to slip out.

"Never." A beat. "You know where to find me if you ever need anything because I can't just - I can't throw it all away because you don't want -" Me and the help I can give you. But it's time to distance herself. From him, from everything. It was too personal. So, instead the mask slips back on, "My door's always open - either myself or my assistant can help you if you need it - that's what we're here for." And with that she gives him one last look before turning to head back inside, leaving her heart on the sidewalk behind her as a parting gift.

If he ever wanted to pick it up and return it to her, he's more than welcome but she's not gonna be out looking for it anytime soon.